Against Nestorianism

I am bound to myself
There is no way out
I have locked the gate
There is no escape

Just like the ones before
On the road to Chalcedon
Concerning themselves with only truth
I commit to finding you

I sit within these walls
Staring at four self-inflicted wounds
Relearning the steps of faith again
Living so that I can go on without giving in

Pacing myself by following footprints
Steps to increase my very own being
Moving on and forgetting regretting
Fasting out the dust, I’m content in seeing